Why is the land frozen?
Why has the thaw not come?
We didn't need another winter so soon
We can't afford sentimentality, we have to survive and live what is left
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
A fragment cloud of tephra erupting from Mount Tambora
Our bright sun was extinguished
What was created sticks in the mind, not what was lost; the modern prometheus will attest
Eighteen hundred and froze to death
We can't keep on in this way
We don't know where to go, but still we are going
We all decline in a poverty year, yet we survive; to hell with the rest
Eighteen hundred and froze to death